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Pack a Lunch

While walking along a trail, 
my 7-year-old grandson, Ryan, commented, “There’s a fork in the road back there.”

“Really?” I asked, imagining someone’s missing silverware. But then a thought occurred to me. “Oh, was it a plastic one?”
Laughing hysterically, Ryan said, “No, Grandma, it’s where the road splits in two!”